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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.
lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."
The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along
False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days, 
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be 
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen
Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for? 
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude
ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).
False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.
False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for
Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.
VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire
WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are 
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.
Shared HappinessI like it better when you're happy.
The world feels like a safe place -
A good place to be.

Stay happy, even in the face
of great adversity
I know these last few years have been...

Well, difficult, to say the least.
But as long as your heart shines
I can hear it...

That devilish smile on your lips
the one no amount of miles
or hardships can erase

Remember, I'm always watching
With the eyes of my heart
I see you clearly

And, as long as you are happy
No matter where this life leads me
Then I am happy too.
bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.
HumanDear Hypocrite,

 What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

 Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

 What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

 What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

 
Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.
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Music's PowerThe ecstasy is ours to call when the rapture commands us;
It is ours to lose ourselves within the labyrinth of our minds and bodies and souls,
A cycle we wish never ends.

Far and wide does the unseen expanse soar,
The unreadable mind possessed by this rapturous ecstasy
That harmlessly envelopes the mind
As a tidal wave envelopes a nation in its wake.

We are lost in the labyrinth of music,
Where every mood commands us,
The beat and melody pulling our emotions into the light.
We the Creators Hold the PowerPoets, Writers, Musicians, Photographers, Painters, Songwriters, Singers and Drawers,
I tell this tale in our honor, so that we few may have the voice we all desire.

We are all united under one banner,
Practitioners of different arts,
Divided, yet perfect.

We live on the Earth, home, yet at the same time alien and foreign,
Our minds perceiving the world differently,
We MUST see this world differently,
We have no choice.

We may seem foreign to this Earth and Humanity,
There may only be us few who understand one another,
But we few hold the true power to this Earth;
The keys to the kingdom if you will.

Without us Poets and Writers
The Reclusive SolutionDay by day it haunts,
With each day do I further grow daunt.
A simple solution before I,
Though thee blinded finds thy.

The poetic maddening creativity commands I,
Though every time we return in disappointment do I sigh.

For three or four years
Does in my heart grow these unchecked fears.
Day by day I swell with confidence before,
Only to in the end retreat through Failure's door.

My strength seemed to turn rouge,
My friends with confidence do they to me load.

The solution is so reclusively simple.

In my own eyes do I see the fear,
I know the truth, yet it is not what I hear.
No all I hear is this dastardly fiend
That moves on
The Demon In the HourglassIt takes you over, you are gone.

You are now a slave, freedom chained away.

You want it, yet once under its curse your thirst is never satiated, you ever-hunger for more.

You run in circles, you lose your mind.

Your life seeps through your fingers like sand through an hourglass.

You are now a slave to demons, who pull their strings and destroy you in silent madness and laughter.
Mentem Scriptorum (The Mind of the Writer)We few look upon the world differently from the rest,
We are not divine or "gifted",
But our perception of the Earth and Nature is vast and far.

Where one may look upon Ireland and witness
Mere fields of green,
We look upon the same emerald fields
And see them alive in the light of the First Eye,
We look and see tranquility take form,
Where love and romance can unfold and revel in its bliss;
Where we can lose ourselves in the complex designs of our minds.

Where one may look and see a distant horizon,
We look as they do but see an endless expanse of Nature's masterful creation;
Where we marvel in mesmerized awe of its great perfect
Take My HandTake my hand my dear dancer,
Take my hand as the sun descends,
A banquet of love and song does do we blend.

We are under command of the unseen strings,
We take each other's hand
And lead one another in a dance of rising power.

Come under the midnight rain with me,
And take my hand.  

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War, Man's Religion

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Bow before the hypocrisy of War,
Bend your knee to Man's religion!
Hear the prayers of the soft-spoken:

"God, I ask you to destroy our enemies."

War is the Universal Religion that Mankind
Worships and tithes to ever-more.

For whom the gun tolls
Do we take up prayer and prepare
The infidels for the eternity in Hell
For the worship of the infamous religions!

Ask the gods to commit hypocrisy
In the name of fulfilling Man's mortally blind ambitions!

On Terra Firma does Man betray their faith
To seek their fellow Man's suffering end:

"Time to die poor lads, your prayers are in vain,
All shall be over soon!"

The nation that dies and who's God turns
His back upon does cry out in sorrow tears:

"Curse God, why did you leave us to die?
You shamed us with out fall!
What did we do to deserve your desertion?
The judas traitors are to blame;
To their risen we shall go
To tear its towering spirals down!"

Cry and woe to Mankind,
Killing their friends but never caring!
All the world shall borne those who
See it fit to eviscerate the false rivals!


:iconthenighttimewanderer:
The hypocrisy of the world's religions, War being the only true faith practiced by all of Man.
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~SebastianGrimm Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is very nicely written, I like it's "sound". Also I don't believe in nothing but am here just for the violence :D
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*TheNighttimeWanderer Mar 2, 2013  Student Writer
Why am I not surprised to hear that? :)
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~SebastianGrimm Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Because you know what I will do in extreme situations :) As they say for extreme situations there's need of violent actions.
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